A Young Adult Paranormal Romance

Killing Time

For Better or For Worse, #2

by

Ingrid Nickelsen

Death is the ultimate heartbreak. Evangeline never expected it to break hers after she died. No one should have to choose between their husband and their first love, but it is that choice that shatters her spirit.

She makes her choice, choosing not to transition, and finds that death can be vengeful too.

The world of the dead is far more complex that she ever knew, and facing the consequences of her actions might be the hardest obstacle yet. Fighting to survive in a world she doesn’t understand, she seeks the help of the wanderers. Time is running out as winter grips the land and her companions help her search for Will. Perhaps, if she keeps her eyes open and believes in her love enough, she will make her way back to him before the Hunters find her first.

Unexpected reunions, impossible choices, and long-hidden secrets will fill her journey with joy and sadness. It is Hunting season and Evangeline will have to fight for those she loves while remembering that cheating death always has a price.

Told from a dual perspective, Killing Time brings the For Better or for Worse series to a heart-stopping continuation in every sense of the word.

Ingrid is a 23-year-old French girl, college student, and dreamer. She currently resides in Paris, where she spends most of her time going to museums and the movies. Despite the romantic atmosphere in Montmartre, or even the fancy cafés in the Champs Elysées, she would easily trade it all for a nice walk in the woods with her schnauzer, Golden. She is always craving adventures, and finds that books are the cheapest way to travel to far-away lands. She is inwardly convinced that words have the power to heal the worst blisters on our hearts, or at least can make us forget about them for a little while. And sometimes, it is just enough to face another crazy day.

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“What hurts is to have no one to hold. What hurts is to be dead, and forced to survive. What hurts is that trying to survive breaks me.”― For Better or for Worse

The snow is burning my skin. I know it. But I can’t feel it, not really. It doesn’t hurt that much, I guess.

I don’t know how to move anymore, lying here on the cold white ground like a dead body. I feel dead.

Guilt weighs on me, and now it’s simply too hard to fight it. I can’t fight it. I stare numbly at the empty sky above me, utterly disoriented. I hear his voice calling me over and over again, desperately willing it to stop. That’s what hurts most. The pain in his voice, piercing the darkness. Piercing me. I close my eyes to silence my tears.

Please, stop. I’m so sorry.

I sit down in the sand, clenching the locket tighter in my hands.

This is for the best. All I ever wanted was for Eve to be safe.

When she arrived in this land after her death with no memories of who she used to be, I had to be the one who reminded her of us. Of our love story. It used to be the most beautiful thing life ever gave me, until destiny changed her mind and fired a bullet through my perfectly happy heart. Death gave me wings too soon, but I’ve never allowed myself to fly. I’d never wanted to be set free… Not like this. I broke about a thousand rules and waited for her in this in-between. I’ve met Eve every single night and watched little pieces of her being slowly put back together. I’ll never let myself forget the way she looked at me when she finally remembered me. The last piece of the puzzle.

I didn’t think she would agree to leave her section and complete her transition. She’s always been so stubborn. Well, maybe she has changed over the years. Her husband Josh must have tamed her temper a bit.

I smirk at the thought of him. If the poor guy knew about us… I wonder if she told him. Probably not. Even if she did, I don’t really care. He had more than fifty years with her, but it should have been me.

It should have been my life.

I honestly think I deserved this last kiss. These last kisses.

I smirk again. No, maybe he shouldn’t know about them.

I lie down to gaze up into the starless sky. I can’t believe I lost her, again. She’s really gone this time.

Now the moment I have dreaded for so long has finally arrived. I must ask myself that inevitable question.